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[03 May 2006|09:40pm] [ mood | one with the floorsss ] [ music | sun kil moon with an appleseed ] so here i amz all revved and smoked up with the payyy-oh-tee and it's pretty KOOlsmooth yeah you say so you makes theses gradez and all i gots leftist/rightistleft again to say is BOWWOW them digits sunk long ago [yup] dripdripdrip from the blood to the tip oh such a prima donna sorry for myself, all three of them all theze dayz i am likin' and lovin' and wanting some more ovin'= + some hipbone movement, swirl around in my white hot socketjointsssss + mister mushroom kid with all his hoes and does and rows and rows of leaves. a damn mighty TARZAN is he + damn weepers creepers pick her up and beaters and built to kick your ass not mine + miss matey for l-ife-ife-ife-with-a-rifle-by-my-side + pivoteers and dead rats who can eateateat stop and drink drink drink a dick [your own if you pleeeeeeeeaaassseee me] + redredredredredredredredredredhot WHAT THE WORLD NEEDS NOW IS LOVE SWEET LOVE ITS THE ONLY THING THAT THERES JUST TO LITTLE OF them digits sunk long ago [yup] 6 comments|post comment

looking through the glass eyeball miss sophie walder [06 Apr 2006|10:22pm] [ mood | good ] [ music | you make me so sublime ] biting fingernails, itching with pain; i sit in the waiting room to exchange words. ten minutes go by...i wait...i look up at the clock a few mintues later...a day has passed by. i think of what i could be doing, finishing my oil painting. several thoughts cross my mind. how will [he] welcome me? a kiss on the cheek, the cold shoulder, and embrace? "miss, you can go in...," says the skinny red receptionist. she's so beautiful. although, the creases in her smile seem to hide a little secret. his office is cold...i can hear the springs in the brown leather chair, as he quietly squirms in discomfort. not the only one. he turns the chair from his masterpiece, it's the only thing we have in common]. he stares at me, consuming every inch of my body. i stare back...hateful and emotionless looks are passed back and forth. the thing i hate most about him are his eyes...i can't see beyond them....there is no depth...no pain...no sadness....he says abruptly, "have you been waiting long?" [missss walder is the word-vomiteer] 1 comment|post comment

[05 Apr 2006|07:51pm] [ mood | up up and around ] [ music | cake and ice cream ] the strawberry girls eat steam while the fish are out of water like a piece of gum s t r e t c h e d out for lightyears and inches and blue whales and intestines post comment

[15 Mar 2006|11:24pm] [ mood | all over and up the wall ] [ music | radioooo-head ] I AM THE EMOTIONAL BAT OF EMOTIONAL BATS post comment

[11 Mar 2006|06:21pm] [ mood | small ] [ music | you smashing pumkins you ] so, i feel really small today and usually when i feel small it is that the universe is making room for something super and out of the planet to happen. that is all. and it is a good thing. 1 comment|post comment

[26 Feb 2006|06:25pm] [ mood | all over ] [ music | mars vol-l-ltah ] when in masterbation mode, faces are so strange. 5 comments|post comment

[24 Feb 2006|06:45pm] [ mood | like a specimen on your jar ] [ music | bill the snake ] i have seen the others and i have discovered this fight is not worth fighting. 5 comments|post comment

[20 Dec 2005|02:18am] [ mood | awake ] [ music | peaches. ] i'm a awful person. 15 comments|post comment

[11 Dec 2005|12:17pm] i'm clumsy, i guess. or self-oblivious. i suppose those are two ways of saying the same thing. point is, damage just shows up on my body. please, please don't struggle like that. we are exactly where we're going to be. thank you. post comment

[21 Nov 2005|05:00pm] [ mood | l-l-l-listless. ] [ music | siouxsie and the banshees. ] "being pretty and funny and cute will kill you in the end, little bitch." i feel like a ground up rabbit. and i'm thinking about saying hello to homewood; greeting it with a smile. it could be good. someone do something sometime with me. 9 comments|post comment

[07 Nov 2005|09:29pm] [ mood | crazy ] [ music | tears for fears. ] i'm in love with love. happy halloween. post comment

[21 Aug 2005|06:57pm] [ mood | shocked ] [ music | korova. ] a strange world when time flies. and all you eat are green popsicles. and everything passes through the bongos in your body with endless pulse [continuation]. and what you touch is always at your fingertips [vicous and fire-breathing]. taste the rainbow in black and white. [and i cannot stop thinking about the end of my heartbeat] 4 comments|post comment

[21 Aug 2005|12:42am] [ mood | cynical ] [ music | david bowie. ] sometimes i feel the blonde red brown dripping down my leg hip spine and forming a thick grey line. 1 comment|post comment

[14 Aug 2005|12:38am] [ mood | sleepy ] [ music | bjork. ] something about something. edit: [FUCK.] post comment

[09 Aug 2005|07:54pm] [ mood | flirty ] [ music | elliot smith [baby britian] ] I am the girl kicked out of her home because I confided in my mother that I am a lesbian. I am the prostitute working the streets because nobody will hire a transsexual woman. I am the sister who holds her gay brother tight through the painful, tear-filled nights. We are the parents who buried our daughter long before her time. I am the man who died alone in the hospital because they would not let my partner of twenty-seven years into the room. I am the foster child who wakes up with nightmares of being taken away from the two fathers who are the only loving family I have ever had. I wish they could adopt me. I am one of the lucky ones, I guess. I survived the attack that left me in a coma for three weeks, and in another year I will probably be able to walk again. I am not one of the lucky ones. I killed myself just weeks before graduating high school. It was simply too much to bear. We are the couple who had the realtor hang up on us when she found out we wanted to rent a one-bedroom for two men. I am the person who never knows which bathroom I should use if I want to avoid getting the management called on me. I am the mother who is not allowed to even visit the children I bore, nursed, and raised. The court says I am an unfit mother because I now live with another woman. I am the domestic-violence survivor who found the support system grow suddenly cold and distant when they found out my abusive partner is also a woman. I am the domestic-violence survivor who has no support system to turn to because I am male. I am the father who has never hugged his son because I grew up afraid to show affection to other men. I am the home-economics teacher who always wanted to teach gym until someone told me that only lesbians do that. I am the man who died when the paramedics stopped treating me as soon as they realized I was transsexual. I am the person who feels guilty because I think I could be a much better person if I didn’t have to always deal with society hating me. I am the man who stopped attending church, not because I don't believe, but because they closed their doors to my kind. I am the person who has to hide what this world needs most, love. 5 comments|post comment

[06 Aug 2005|01:50pm] [ mood | hot ] [ music | placebo [the bitter end] ] 1. think of the first word that comes to mind when you think of me. 2. do a google image search and search for that word. 3. reply to this post with one of the pictures on the first page of results [dont tell me the word.] 4. put this in your own blog so i can do the same. aahhh. i need to be stretched. 14 comments|post comment

[23 Jul 2005|01:28pm] [ mood | determined ] [ music | bad religion. ] "old elephants limp off the hills to die; old americans go out to the highway and drive themselves to death with huge cars." 7 comments|post comment

[22 Jul 2005|10:07pm] [ mood | confused ] [ music | sublime- robbin the hood. ] i [wish]. post comment

[21 Jul 2005|07:34pm] [ mood | sore ] [ music | punkcore records. ] aahhh. im going to go a thrift store and buy a . and fly it to fucking [neptune]. live there for the remainder of . and be the new . and fall into while drawing my last line of farewell. maybe ill breed . i love my . 7 comments|post comment

[12 Jul 2005|09:56am] [ mood | mellow ] [ music | metric. ] "i wish i was your pearl earring so i could kiss your cheek and bite your ear always." ich liebe dich. 7 comments|post comment

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